PORTUGAL, October 9 to 19, 2025: the log.

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 "body": "PORTUGAL, October 9 to 19, 2025: the log.\n\nOct. 9-10. Truck to Naperville (the dog), then O'Hare; overnight to Lisbon. Marianne had booked the hotel room from the night before, so that we could go straight to bed at nine in the morning.\n\nOct. 10, Lisbon. The old quarter on the hill, by tram and then on foot, down. Custard tarts, which Ray counted as breakfast. The tile museum: five hundred years of blue and white, and one wall thirty yards long showing the city before the earthquake.\n\nOct. 11. Train north to Porto, three hours, and onto the boat by four. 106 passengers. Our cabin was on the middle deck with a window that opened. Across the corridor: Barbara and Stu Lindeman of Edina, Minnesota.\n\nOct. 12, Porto, with the boat tied up. Our guide was Graça Monteiro. The railway station with its tiled walls. The bookshop with the red staircase: ten minutes inside, by ticket, with two hundred others. From a tile painter Graça knows, one tile for the kitchen at home: a swallow.\n\nOct. 13. Up the river. The first big lock lifts the boat 115 feet inside a concrete box, in the dark. I went below. In the afternoon Ray and Stu were shown the engine room.\n\nOct. 14-15. The wine country: terraces up both sides of the gorge. A hoopoe on a vineyard post, crest up. Bee-eaters on the wires. A kingfisher from our own window at breakfast.\n\nOct. 16. The far end of the river, at the Spanish border, and a day by coach to Salamanca: the old university library, seen through a glass door.\n\nOct. 17. Back down to Porto. The tile painter again: four blue-and-white tiles for the cabin kitchen, to go behind the range.\n\nOct. 18. Off the boat. A night in Porto. Two bottles of tawny port.\n\nOct. 19. Porto to Chicago, the truck, the dog, home by ten at night.\n\nBirds: eight new. Hoopoe, bee-eater, kingfisher, Iberian magpie, griffon vulture, black redstart, Sardinian warbler, spotless starling. Life list 311.\n\nPeople: the Lindemans, with whom we ate most nights; June and Wally Prentiss, who winter in Florida and knew Oshkosh.\n\nRay: walked every town, knee and all. Heard the guides through the little receiver they hang round your neck, which goes straight to his aids. Morning numbers fine except after the port tasting.\n\nThe truck hummed all the way to O'Hare and back, on the left front.\n"
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  date: 2025-10-21 10:00
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    PORTUGAL, October 9 to 19, 2025: the log.

    Oct. 9-10. Truck to Naperville (the dog), then O'Hare; overnight to Lisbon. Marianne had booked the hotel room from the night before, so that we could go straight to bed at nine in the morning.

    Oct. 10, Lisbon. The old quarter on the hill, by tram and then on foot, down. Custard tarts, which Ray counted as breakfast. The tile museum: five hundred years of blue and white, and one wall thirty yards long showing the city before the earthquake.

    Oct. 11. Train north to Porto, three hours, and onto the boat by four. 106 passengers. Our cabin was on the middle deck with a window that opened. Across the corridor: Barbara and Stu Lindeman of Edina, Minnesota.

    Oct. 12, Porto, with the boat tied up. Our guide was Graça Monteiro. The railway station with its tiled walls. The bookshop with the red staircase: ten minutes inside, by ticket, with two hundred others. From a tile painter Graça knows, one tile for the kitchen at home: a swallow.

    Oct. 13. Up the river. The first big lock lifts the boat 115 feet inside a concrete box, in the dark. I went below. In the afternoon Ray and Stu were shown the engine room.

    Oct. 14-15. The wine country: terraces up both sides of the gorge. A hoopoe on a vineyard post, crest up. Bee-eaters on the wires. A kingfisher from our own window at breakfast.

    Oct. 16. The far end of the river, at the Spanish border, and a day by coach to Salamanca: the old university library, seen through a glass door.

    Oct. 17. Back down to Porto. The tile painter again: four blue-and-white tiles for the cabin kitchen, to go behind the range.

    Oct. 18. Off the boat. A night in Porto. Two bottles of tawny port.

    Oct. 19. Porto to Chicago, the truck, the dog, home by ten at night.

    Birds: eight new. Hoopoe, bee-eater, kingfisher, Iberian magpie, griffon vulture, black redstart, Sardinian warbler, spotless starling. Life list 311.

    People: the Lindemans, with whom we ate most nights; June and Wally Prentiss, who winter in Florida and knew Oshkosh.

    Ray: walked every town, knee and all. Heard the guides through the little receiver they hang round your neck, which goes straight to his aids. Morning numbers fine except after the port tasting.

    The truck hummed all the way to O'Hare and back, on the left front.